Saga of Valhalla

(heyaaaa-ahhh) Across the freezing northern sea Through blinding wall of snow and gale

Our iron path is carved in stone

Under the tattered woolen sail (ohhh-aaah)

We hear the ravens call our name

The sky begins to burn

Valhalla,

open up your golden gates Valhalla,

where the brave defy their fates Through the storm and through the

fire Rising high on the funeral pyre

(heyaaaa-hah) The shields are broken on the field

The battle-cry begins to fade

We close our eyes without a fear

Beneath the cold and silent blade

Valhalla,

open up your golden gates Valhalla,

where the brave defy their fates Through the storm and through the

fire Rising high on the funeral pyre

To the hall of heroes (heyaaa-ahhh)